I might be overly sensetive, but I have just read some exerpts from the Black Silmarillion and I must say that I am deeply moved. The last chapter that I've read - The War of Wrath, that really shined light on how things are. Manwe is such a jerk, and Tulkas with that moron Aule - they both sicken me. I guess what affected me most in this book is that I have thought about half the things there before reading it. My favorite Valar are the good ones here. Nienna is the only one who understands Melkor and asks Manwe to forgive him. Namo and Irmo are the only ones who don't critisize him for what he did. And Feanor - argh... Disguisting trechearous fool. They wait for all this time, for all these ages and they only bind and humiliate Melkor when he has spent the last of his power, and when he is wounded already. Then they take him on and he still doesn't give up. Curumo may stab his eyes out, but he can still see, and by himself he walks to the Doors of the Night, by mis own majestic steps. He recalls the star of Death that he saw during his imprisonment in Mandos and he says:
"The Star of Death in a dream,
Death is the start of my path.
Death opens now for me
The gates. And through them must go
The Immortal I,
In order to come to life."
He walks through and gets resurrected, by the pain of others - banned in the similiar manner. They gave him their strength and he died, they took his pain and allowed him to act freely. He is only one left - the sole protector, the only hope, and none can come to him unless they can face the amount of pain and sorrow that he had...
I have quiet a head start. :) Anyway - great book, I can't wait to get the whole thing (tomorrow). Now, if YOU are reading my journal, YOU know who are, and if you want a copy of it, call me anytime after tomorrow and I will have a copy for you. I can drop it off at any place convinient to you. I could also just meet you in person, but I don't think you'd want that.